#and then the change (coming home + around diff people)

[cxlrose]

Yes, you may retire, but I will not reveal my identity just yet.

It’s hard to comprehend just how long I’ve known you. Five is such a small number. Your hand could count to it so easily, but years stretch out the quantity of such a digit. And in every one of those days ever since I met you, I don’t regret the passing that led us to this relationship.

I enjoy the moments when you return to tumblr for a checkup or a hello, but you have a life to live in the real world. You are someone I look back to within the five years with a smile, knowing I that I had the chance to befriend such a lovely person.

I’m sure all the many friends you’ve made on this site agree.

I, as dottore mod and your mutual, wish you greatness in the future when the distance of the internet separate us. May the joy and happiness you provided me be reciprocated to you in the future by a tenfold.

I’ll give you many hugs in return. Thank you for being who you are and giving me laughter when the air around me filled and emptied my lungs in dull cycles—they, too, thank you for that change of laughter once in a while.

Ah, I seemed to have gone on a slight tangent. Perhaps, sappy cal brings out the sappy mod in me. All I wanted to say is to live your life to the fullest because it is what you deserve for all the positive moments you’ve brought to people. <3

~ dottore mod.

no wait there r actually tears in my eyes oh my gkfofnfjjf

[mangosrar]

never say never.

matt sturniolo x fem reader.

warnings: smut. angst idk????

an: not proof read. more parts coming soon 😛😛😛

"matt have you seen my car keys" she hollered at him as she scurried around the kitchen.

"where are you going?" he asked as he peaked his head aoundd the door.

"i have to go home" she tilted her head and watched as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his hands on the small of her back, pulling her close.

"you dont have to go home, just move in with me" he brought his face closer to hers as her hands fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt that was now creased and exposing his chest.

"i cant matt you know this, i need my studio" she told him.

"ill build you a studio here, hell id build you a whole art gallery if it meant i got to live with you doll" he moved his face to her cheek and planted a soft kiss there.

7 months ago.

just as she was bending down to press a display sticker to one of the signs, she felt a hard slap to her ass, spinning around she was met with violet smirking, leaned back against nathan. the two of them looked picturesque together. she wore a shimmery champagne dress while he wore a black suit.

"you look great rue" violet gushed.

"thanks vee" she wore a white dress tonight. it was a little more showy than she wouldve liked, low cut and short, but she had bought it last minute and didnt have time to change her mind. violet loved it, of course, she lived for dressing sexy.

"you did all this rory?" nate asked. gesturing to the room around them as he spoke. the place was heaving, every single piece of art in there was either already sold, or bring inquired for, thr room was decorated 'diligently' as her boss byron described. never once had that man complimented her so she was taking whatever she could get.

"yeah, worked my little ass of and byron wont let me display one piece of my art in here" she huffed out a breath rolling her eyes.

"Douch bag knows yours would sell for more than hes ever made" violet uttered.

she didnt even get the chance to reply before one of the artists was tapping on her shoulder making her spin around. "someone would like to make an offer on one of my pieces downstairs."

"oh yes of course" she turned back around. "drink, mingle, have fun. ill find you guys in a bit"

after an hour of running up and down the stairs, about half the pieces were sold and the place was completely packed. the smell of liquor wafted through the air, mixing with the loud conversations.

"hey rory" voilet called from across the crowd. she gently made her way through the sea of people muttering soft 'excuse me's to everyone. when she finally made it to violet she had a wicked smile on her face that made her suspiciously squint her eyes.

"what?" she asked apprehensively.

"nate has a friend here that he wants you to meet. voilets words were saturated with intent, but rory couldnt place it. she tugged on her arm, walking them across the room.

she could see the back of nate, standing and talking to someone. as he turned to face them she saw who she was talking to.

the man was taller than nathan, and more built. his stare was intense. shockingly blue eyes and a strong stubbled jaw. he had dark hair that fanned out around his head perfectly. he wore a flawlessly tailored suit, designer by the looks of it. she could see tattoos peaking out from under his sleeves onto his hands, gripping a hilariously small looking glass.

"sorry to pull you away from your fun, but this is my childhood best friend, matthew sturniolo" nate reached over, patting his friend on the back. "matt this is aroura jovans" he introduced her by her full name, keeping it formal for the time being.

matt stared cooly down at her, extending his hand. "nice to meet you aroura"

despite hating the sound of her full name, hearing it on matts tongue made her swoon. she had never seen a man so handsome in her entire life.

finding her head, rory reached out, placing her hand over his, the size difference was stark and it made his cock jump. "nice to meet you too Matthew" she replied looking up at him. "you can call me rory"

he had picked up on the colour of her cheeks when they touched. this bookish little sweetheart was the last thing he expected to find when nate invited him here. to say he was intrigued was an understatement.

now.

he continued his trail of kissed down her neck. her hands came up to tug on his hair, earning a hum from matt.

"stay here with me" he muttered as he sucked dark circles into her skin. she sighed and leaned her head back, giving him better access. she wanted to give in so bad, she wanted to let him have his way with her right now.

"i cant matt, i have things to do" her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as she desperately tried to keep it together, but matts groping hands and his mouth were proving to be a real challenge.

"let me take care of you baby" and before she could even protest. he had hiked her up onto the kitchen counter and shoved his hand into her panties, his lip between his teeth, eyes watching her face intensely. his fingers traced up her folds making him let out a low groan as he left light circles on her clit, pulling a shaky whine from rorys mouth.

"look at that honey, youre soaked" she couldnt help but whine at his words. his fingers quickened and his touch became firmer, prompting her head to lull back as she gripped one hand on his shoulder and the other smacked down onto the counter behind her. her hips started rocking in rhythm with his hand. he knew just how to work her.

"it would be so mean of me to leave you like this doll" his voice was patronizing and cocky. matt once again brought his mouth to her neck and licked a stripe up her throat, pulling a lewd moan from her.

"dont stop matt ngh- pl-" and before she could even finish her sentence, he cut her off by yanking his hand away from her and plopping his fingers into his mouth.

she stared at him wide eyed, mouth hanging open and the feeling of her approaching high fizzling out.

matt gripped her hips and pulled her off the counter, standing her back on her own, now shaky legs before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out her keys. he placed them in her hand before pressing a firm kiss to her lips.

"have a great day baby ill see you for dinner" and with that he was off, sauntering back off into his office.

matt returning to a normal life once he met aroura never seemed like anything out of the ordinary, business was well, he was going to dinner parties, he had fake manners, all prepared for a complete disregard for his past life. he wondered if the straw would ever come and he would return to his late affairs, then again he wondered if that straw had already been pulled. he knew he couldnt hide from himself much longer. his biggest enemy was the man he saw in the mirror. he was filtered with anger and disgust for himself. each day, in and out, he knew what rory didnt. surely the truth would come out, it was just a matter of when. every time his phone rang and her face came up he was sure this was it, thinking of some excuse or lie he could tell before answering and of course each time he was wrong, after a few months of him fighting with himself he gave up. realising there was no way she would ever find out. but never say never.

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[nevertheless-moving]

Hesina Willshaper AU

Step one canon divergence: Amaram's army doesn't do the kind thing. Kaladin's listed next of kin are sent a letter stiffly informing them that their son is a deserter and, thanks to the highmarshall's mercy, has been sold into slavery.

Step two canon divergence: a light spren has started following Hesina around.

The letter reaches hearthstone.

Hesina cries the bones of the first ideal through labor pangs. Their wretched diamond lamp grows slightly dimmer during childbirth.

Hesina and Lirin discuss if there's anyway they could possibly find their son and pay his slave debt. They're not optimistic.

Hesina talks with her lightspren.

Lirin and Hesina talk again about trying to find their son, now that Oroden is starting to be weaned.

Hesina appears to have grown taller. No one but the two of them seem to be aware but they're worried other future changes might be more noticeable.

Hesina and Lirin realize that she can mold rock as if it was clay with stormlight. A spark of hope for freeing their son emerges.

The two leave town.

They find a slave market in the nearest city. They see other parent's sons, but not their own.

Hesina swears to free those in bondage. Stormlight starts coming easier.

They make a tunnel. Rebellion follows. Lirin is horrified by the violence (the violence is not actually that bad all things considered. a couple guards dead. some bystanders frightened. Fair amount of property damage as they rob the military barracks food supply, steal every sphere that's not nailed down. and also steal the spheres that are nailed down. (Lirin won't admit it but the stealing from lamps part is kindof fun.)).

Many of those they freed flee. Some return to slavery willingly, scared of retribution. Many decide to follow the Radiant woman who has vowed to see others like them freed.

The group proceed to the next town. They find another slave market. They make a tunnel. There is more resistance than last time, clearly they were warned something might happened. Hesina kills a man.

Lirin is terrified by what his wife is becoming.

Hesina swears to shelter those without homes. The lightspren forms an unbreakable hammer, perfect for knocking crem free from buildings. And for knocking down men.

A now larger motley group seeks shelter in a mountain town razed in one of Alethkar's many skirmishes over the last decades. Hesina builds homes. Lirin begs her to stay here, to stop fighting before she goes to far down this path, not to go to war. The slaves they've freed are split, many wanting to stay, hide, some wanting to fight and free more, with a radiant at their head, there's a real chance to change things. Hesina lingers, practicing, spends some time falling in and out of shadesmar.

Lirin and Hesina separate.

Lirin stays with Oroden and the noncombatants. Hesina leads those who want to fight to another city, still trying to find their son, still trying to free everyone's children.

The town settles into a routine. Hesina and Lirin miss one another. This is the first time they've gone longer than two days without seeing each other in the last 25 years, and the two days was only when Lirin had to travel to where someone had overturned a cart on the road nearby and Hesina had to stay and watch the children, too young to travel. besides that, it had been every day. they keep turning to talk to each other.

While the army is gone, the free town is attacked by those trying to reclaim her property.

Hesina swims deliberately through shadesmar for the first time. reaches lirin just in time.

Lirin accepts that not fighting won't stop the violence. (It breaks him just a little bit)

Hesina shouts that one person's freedom ends where another's begins. She vows to fight against powers which would rather see their people in cages then homes. A thousand light spren rise up to grant her strength.

(yes I know she's moving fast through the oaths. but she's always been a thoughtful woman and she raised two children who asked difficult questions and now shes mother to another several hundred. honestly she had already worked through some of these concepts before they became actionable on such a grand scale.)

Lirin vows to support his wife through whatever trials the Almighty seems inclined to put her through.

The lightspren, who has started to get some memories back, remembers Oathgate Spren not terribly far from here by physical realm measurements, guarding a hidden human city

the stone remembers the way the radiants once traveled.

The path to a kingdom in the sky is slow — there are many cages to break on the way.

Kaladin doesn't know it right away, because people weren't exactly telling slaves about the freedom riots, but slave wagons start having harder and harder times reaching the shattered planes after him.

Someone mocks Lirin for having a wife so determined to pursue the masculine art of war. Lirin gets pissy and decides to show them by learning to read and write to help support the administrative side of his wife's kingdom wide asskicking.

The highprinces lead a fairly successful misinformation campaign about the slave riots, lots of accusations of rampant violence, the dregs of society lashing out, you can probably imagine

The ongoing rebellion is large enough that word trickles to the bridge crews, encouraging bridge four's hope for escaping, while also making it substantially more daunting, as the crews are even better guarded than canon.

Rumors of a female radiant swirl around. Most people assume it's a woman in shardplate with some sort of tunneling fabrial, which is still pretty crazy, but several major players Take Note

A very large and tired huddled mass of people reach Urithiru. there's just enough squires, and two new willshapers with their own oaths, to make tunnels through the shattered planes and reach the oathgate without being seen by the alethi armies

the parshendi army is another story, but some are willing to take a chance listening to the neshua kadal, and come with them.

The political implications of Dalinar freeing 1000 slaves is slightly more complex, especially considering the rebellions have been impacting Sadeas the hardest

About a week after being freed, Kaladin hires a spanreed intermediary to write home and find out if his hometown is alright (again, a lot of misinformation and rumors about the violence of the riots)

Is informed by Laral that his family left town looking for him shortly before the riots started, were presumed dead

Kaladin is under the impression that 1) his parents are dead because of him 2) the Rebellion is not the righteous fallback plan that he and the men were hoping it was.

Hesina has many reasons to go to the shattered planes. Nearest part of the trade network for food and necessary goods. Many slaves to be freed from there, and a part of her still hopes to find her son, even thought its been so long. Home of Alethkar's political leaders, the source of Alethkar's slavery.

I have spent. A LOT of time imagining many possible reunions between kaladin and his mom in my highly specific high oath hesenia au. She has a couple faces she could wear when visiting the planes. Brightlady. Radiant. Cagebreaker. Queen of Urithiru (not her real title, they're tentatively trying the Listener council model, but they know what the Alethi will understand). Even darkeyed mother, if she and Lirin approach slowly from a different direction. Honestly, pleased as I am with all of the above, a lot is flexible, the key here is kaladin going "MOM??" In some fashion One possible Reunion Here

Thank you @sorchasolas for conversation and the urithiru ideas and for leading me to actually write all this down <3

[tuxebo]

for my old friends, like og old, you might remember this post. however, my sweet anon that just sent that rdr2 ask about my thoughts on it, you just unlocked my tenth eye. arthur morgan with the poshest bastard known to fucking man. your fancy words, tight ass clothes, even your perfect posture is disgusting. (to which, of course, you would say the exact same about him)

when you fall into a ditch for arthur to stumble upon, the worst person that could possible find you, to say you had a rocky start is the understatement of the century. why he saves you? probably because he assumed you were wealthy and based in the area, he's be able to steal from your estate if you just trusted him and shared a little too much information.

come to find out, you're a little brat miles away from home and now you're his responsibility because 1. you know about the gang and their location and aren't allowed to just go and 2. no one else wants to deal with you.

to be fair, you are not entirely useless. yes, trust that arthur puts your hiney to work, as soon as your broken ankle is healed. you speak to the rich folk that typically wouldn't give him the time of day on his behalf, negotiate the shit out of whoever is unfortunate enough to do business with the both of you, you also help him befriend some of these rich folk so that him and javier can pay them a "visit" later.

granted, all of those "pros" comes with a price because you are nothing if not high maintenance. also, you talk a lot. it kind of comes with the territory, knowing all that you claim you do. arthur pays the price (well the gang does because he cuts it from what he donates) and it's definitely a good cause.

however, let's talk about the little things. the way western riders and english riders ride are undeniably different.

first off, hands. you're used to riding using both hands at all times, you were around people that did the same. you heard about people who didn't (western riders) but now you were around them all the damn time. imagine the first time you saw this man use his gun while on a moving horse, taking a perfect shot? man, oh man. he does pick up on your little fascination rather quickly and in the beginning uses it to show off, to one up you, but intentions change, at some point.

more on hands, when you try to ride with one hand, you almost fall off when your horse took got startled and picked up a little too much speed. worry not, however, our hero caught you before you could fall and readjusted you with his free hand. like nothing happened, he just kept riding unfazed like nothing happened at all.

secondly, sports. occasionally, when out at about, someone would notice you don't exactly look like your average joe from valentine. like arthur was challenged to a shooting competition, you were challenged to a fox hunting, which you gladly agreed. you did quite a bit of fox hunting with your friends and family back at home, now it was just you and arthur versus three other guys, which was of no concern. of course, you beat them by a day, earning the two of you a quite a bit of coin. but the money is actually in watching you, ever so concentrated, track a fox. arthur didn't realize you were useful for more than that mouth of yours, which you claim is his fault because he never asked.

finally, forms of control. the way you ride is very different. while it's something that kind of flies over your head, it's not so much the case for arthur. at first he noticed the way you ride and it kind of annoyed him, but it was appreciable when he watched you ride in an empty dressage ring you stumbled upon when you stumbled across some large estate. why you move so much on the saddle over such little distance, maybe he'd get answers from sitting back and watching? can't hurt to try.

more on forms of control, one thing you do notice is how "aggressive" arthur rides. not in an abusing the horse way, but it's nothing like your gentle riding. you had control with your reins, he did in a different way. this kind of ties in with his balance and ability to ride and do different things at the same time, but he was able to lasso people and pull them to his horse without a much thought, take control of horses while racing alongside it on his own like he was a sport. as neat as you kept yourself, sweaty arthur during sunset? yes, please.

okay, if you know, you know. all this while being enemies?? now, i could go on for hours. he is so fine. i want to talk more abt it so bad, someone please tell me you see the vision.

[ghostybaby000]

Out with the Old | Part 4

Part 1 part 5

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Part 1 above!

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+, fighting, cursing, alcohol, general violence, symptoms of panic

Tag List: @yyiikes @talooolaaloolla @strawberrygateau @cumsluut @sofiacoppolaslut @blackbeautyiloveyouso @casalucard

I apologize for taking so long to get this out, things have been a little crazy! I hope you enjoy :)

You look over yourself in the mirror as you finish brushing out your hair, this was it. Thursday had come far faster than you would have hoped, and now it was time to see if your patience and sincerity was worth it.  

Brushing your clothes off and standing tall, you leave the bathroom to finish getting ready. You move to the small coffee table where you had been relaxing before to check your phone, it was 6:18 and you had no new messages. Feeling a small drop in your stomach, you decide that once and for all tonight had to be final. You feel yourself beginning to reminisce in your trials of the relationship, how it had been better at some points and worse at others, one outweighing the other. You blamed yourself partially for not expressing your needs, but knew that there was a serious lack of effort coming from his side as well. 

Shaking your head you stand from the couch, where you had sat instinctively as you began to think. It felt better to try and be hopeful than already preparing for the worse, although you wouldn’t allow yourself to feel disappointed, either way tonight meant change. 

You grab your purse, pulling out your keys you leave your apartment locking the door, turning to leave you check your watch, 6:31. As you get downstairs you’re thankful that you’ve dressed slightly warmer, the sun beginning to set meant it would get colder than this by the time the night was through. You begin to make your way down to the road, watching the cars fly by, waiving your hand as a taxi pulls over.

Again Ghost was listening to the group, giving them a head nod or even a small chuckle as they talked about various things. Tonight the bar wasn’t too busy, most people chatting or laughing leaving it to feel typical. Ghost looked around at the numerous T.V.s playing sports or broadcasting channels, nothing holding his attention very long, when the door chimes. 

He looks over from the T.V.’s to see, was that you? He watched you another moment longer, realizing that it was he leaned back in his chair, turning his head back towards the group. He was watching as Price told another story, although he wasn’t listening. His own mind dragged him back to sometime last week, truly not thinking much of it until you had shown again. He hated how quickly seeing you had made his brain pull the attention from almost everything else. He would never drop his awareness of the environment, of what was going on around him, but he couldn’t help his mind wandering. 

Again he makes small glances as you walk past the bar to a different table than before, still tucked in the back. Memories of the night he had interacted with you first came flying back, how you had looked scared and then cold and tired on the curb outside. He felt his jaw tick thinking back to the person who had picked you up. 

He took a breath as he tried to refocus on the group, but to no avail. His mind continued to throw thoughts at him, thoughts of how he couldn’t sleep as well that night when he got home, or how he had drawn the conclusion that he could do better, which came as a surprise to him. It wasn’t that he doubted his capabilities of being respectful or considerate, but rather that he didn’t know that he had ever thought something similar to it before. 

Sitting down, you adjust yourself to be seated comfortably, pulling stray hairs from your face and tucking them away. Within a few minutes a waitress comes by, although you simply tell her you are waiting for someone and wanted to wait to order. Time felt as if it were dragging on as the screens above the bar flickered through different channels, your knee beginning to bounce in anticipation. You pull out your phone to check the time, 6:44.  You sit back in your chair as your mind begins to pick away at your nervousness. You had told him Thursday at 7, right? The same bar as before, it didn’t seem complicated to you. Flipping your phone over on to the table you take a deep breath. You wouldn’t do this anymore, this blaming yourself before you get a true explanation, this was on him now. You tried to convince yourself further that you had to be ready to cut all your relations with him. You wouldn’t allow yourself to wind up again at his home or in his car, not if you didn’t feel it was where you belonged. You fold your arms Infront of you on the table as you again watch one of the many screens surrounding the bar, when the door chimes. 

Ghosts attention is again pulled from the group as the door sounds again, a habit that has been built for quite some time, as disgust forms in his mind and his hand grips his drink slightly harder. He watched as your excuse of a boyfriend made his way over to the table where you sat. Ghost looks him up and down to see his outfit is poorly thrown together, and that he had a slight stumble as he made his way across the bar. His lips press together as he feels himself becoming irritated, you were still here waiting for him, and he had been drinking. 

Your attention snaps to the door as he makes his way inside. A small true smile comes over your face, he was here and-looking to your watch, on time. Though, your smile begins to fade as he makes his way closer, walking through the bar he sways ever so slightly, but you don’t doubt what you’ve seen. He gets to the edge of the high top table, making his way into the seat across from you, not making eye contact as he settled. 

He looks up after a moment of silence and begins to talk to you, his voice and smell confirming that he had in fact been drinking. 

‘Well, I’m here aren’t I?’ He lets out a laugh that makes your stomach twist, he really didn’t care. You throw out a causal ‘yeah’ as he picks up the small menu Infront on him. You felt plenty of emotions and didn’t entirely know how to react. You were angry for him showing up in this state, you were trying to feel positive about him being at least on time, you were feeling disappointed in yourself for thinking this would work, and you felt foolish for letting yourself stay in something so unhealthy.

You too pick up a small menu as you look through the options, you knew you wouldn’t be able to eat. To your relief a waiter made their way by asking if you had wanted something to drink. You stick to a soda as he orders a drink you hadn’t heard of before, and then orders a burger with fries. You told the waiter you weren’t going to have anything as he turned and left you to silence. 

You look over his outfit and see stains from various items near the collar of the shirt and on one of the sleeves, he didn’t even try. He turned in his chair to be facing a  T.V. pointing to the screen he began to talk about what game was playing and the players. Your drinks came within a few minutes and you were grateful for the distraction, placing your straw in your drink you look to him. Almost as if he could tell you were watching him he turned in his seat to again be facing you, his eyes drawn to the drink Infront of him and then up to you. He began to drink, where you figured you had found room for discussion. 

‘So, how was your day?’ There was a moment of silence as he continued to sip his drink, an ‘Mmh’ echoing from the glass. He set the glass back down wiping the condensation from his hands on his pants, he pauses as if trying to remember. 

‘I spent some time cleaning the place up. Then I got some gas and headed here.’ You felt a small glimmer of relief watching as he looks around the bar. He had heard you then, and it made you feel almost better that he had cleaned up the house. Yet, you couldn’t convince yourself that this was better than him not showing at all, not to mention him lying. His burger came out of the small kitchen, as he quickly grabbed it and began eating, again an excuse to avoid conversation.

You watched him eat, feeling pathetic as reality seemed to sink in farther and faster than ever before. The stains on the shirt, the lack of interest, how could you ever see this as acceptable? You thought back to the beginning where effort was in mass quantities. He would pick you up at a decent time and help you to the car and to your front door, he had manners and was respectful, where had it all gone wrong? 

You both sat in silence as you waited for him to try and begin a discussion, about anything really. As he continued to eat his burger and fries, watching the T.V. you found yourself growing angry. He finally put his food down before finishing his drink, staring to the table then sliding out of his seat. He looked as if he were going to be sick, slightly swaying where he stood, he tapped his hand on the table,

‘I’ll be right back, I-I’m just gonna go…to the bathroom.’ He sauntered off towards the bathrooms, hitting his shoulder on the doorframe as he pushed himself inside, your head fell in disappointment. You were feeling as if you should leave, he could get a cab home, this clearly wasn’t going to work in your favor. You watch the bathroom as people go in and out, when he reappears almost looking worse than when he entered. 

He sauntered over to the table, again heaving himself into the seat. You were now burning with an anger that was filled with pity and disrespect, it was time to end things.

 ‘Hey, I wanted to say thanks for coming out tonight.’ You started to speak, but it was only when you got the end of your sentence that he looked up to you. You pushed on, hoping that you would be clear. 

‘I think that… That it would be best if we stopped seeing each other…For good.’ He crinkled his brow and murmured a noise that you couldn’t make out as a word. You push on,

‘I’ll pay for the drinks and food, I just don’t see this working-‘

‘What?’ He had his hands interlocked on the table now, a serious look on his face, the slight slur in his voice had gotten worse.

‘I just don’t think this is-‘

‘No, I get that part, I jus…I just don’t think that your right.’ You were going to try and explain yourself before he cut in again

‘No, no. I showed up. You told me to show up, and…and HERE I AM!’ His voice grew louder, with a pinch of irritation you knew wasn’t a good sign. His face became slightly more red as he stared at you, almost as if he were confused. 

You stand to get your things, slowly sliding out of the chair, people were looking towards you now. 

‘Listen I think you should get home and get some sleep.’ His jaw opens slightly as if he were shocked by your direct tone. 

‘Well what, are, are you just going to leave?’ He was staring at you more aggressively than before, although your heart was beating rapidly you held a stern look on your face. You grabbed your purse off the edge of the chair as he started to get out of his seat. You turn to leave when he grabs your wrist. 

‘Let me go.’ You look into his eyes that are in a panic bouncing between your own. You give your hand a tug, although it didn’t move. You lean in closer, keeping your voice low but as serious as you could force it,

‘Let.me.go.’ 

Ghost had tried to keep himself focused on the group and whatever they were talking about now, but he still couldn’t resist looking over to see that you were there. He watched as you sat there awkwardly, your body language clearly indicating you were upset or didn’t feel comfortable. His own leg began to bounce in anticipation, although he didn’t know what for, resting his hands over his knees he took a breath and tried again to refocus. 

He watched as the man stood from the table and made his way to the restrooms, glancing to you he saw you staring into the nothingness. He felt a sort of irritation now, watching the man come back from the restroom, only to ignore you further. More time went on as the group continued to joke and discuss various things when Ghost hears something. Outside of the groups discussion he hears a whisper, once than twice. The second had been a little more clear, enough so that he had turned to look. 

An entire new anger began to fester in his mind when he saw the man was grabbing you. Not only was he a sorry excuse of a man, but now he was just pathetic. Ghost watched as you forced your wrist from his grip, making your way to the counter. He fights the urge to stand as the man makes his way from the table to follow you, he knew this wouldn’t end well. 

You pull your wrist from him, turning on your heel you hike your purse up over your shoulder to head to the bar. Making it to the bar you wait for someone to come by, all you wanted was to pay the bill and leave, your heart was pounding in your ears now. A bartender comes by as you hand out your card and tell her what you had ordered. She takes the card and walks over to the machine when you feel a hand on your waist. Jerking your body sideways you see him, with a grin on his face? 

You look to him with more disgust than ever as the bartender makes her way back over to you, handing you your card. You bid her a goodnight as you turn to leave, you feel a sting on your behind. You felt like crying, like screaming at him, like throwing a tantrum as if you were a child. Anger resurfaced that you didn’t know could possess you so strongly, and you stopped in your tracks. Turning on your heel you face him, pure rage surging through your veins, and you slap him hard. He leans over forward with a hand cradling his face while plenty of people turn to look- you didn’t care, you were still processing that you had hit someone. 

You couldn’t muster the words to speak to him and instead turned to again leave, when you heard him move towards you. 

‘you..you BITCH, you think you can hit me!?’ You heard his steps quicken behind you as your heart was pounding so loud in your ears it was as if there was no other noise. You had almost made it to the door when you hear his steps stop. Turning around you see the stranger. The stranger from before, he was in between you two, one of his hands splayed Infront of the others chest. He was still cradling his face as the stranger gripped his shirt into a fist, he looked over his shoulder to talk to you,

‘Go on outside.’ You took no hesitation and instead pushed open the door to the bar and walked away. Any direction would do for now, but you knew you had to go somewhere.

Ghost along with others looked around to see you clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable, when the man finally gave him an excuse to get involved.  He heard most of the interaction before standing to watch, when he intervened. He had a grip on the mans shirt that alone made him stand down. Once he had heard the door chime and knew you were out, he hit the man square in the face, he was unconscious. He moved the man closer to the table where the group still sat, looking to Price he told him,

‘Take care of him for me yeah?’ Before pulling out his wallet and leaving payment for his drink, the rest of the table didn’t speak. Price looked down to the man, and nodded to Ghost before turning to the rest of the group. Ghost turned to leave, stepping over the man, he made his way out into the night, determined to find you. 

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Ngl I'm kind of dillydallying around my own SDV fixation and i'd KILL to see what your brain is doing to this game like i for one would eat up dat stuff UP . . .

I love the way this is phrased; genuinely 😭💖 like im a force of nature tearing through any new interest like its made of wet tissue paper 💥💥💥

I thought about it some more and i will (eventually) make an sdv blog. Its going to be a mess having all my interests on one dashboard (im lazy and i dont want to sign in and out all the time for diff accounts lol) but i need sdv stuff in sight or ill explode. For now tho i will ramble about random hcs rattling around in my brain

- The valley is FULL of magic, but not alot of Magical Beings that utilize that magic. If the residents of pelican town knew more about magic, there would be alot more wizards than just. The Wizard.

- Everyone in pelican town has some kind of latent magic, or at the very least, an affinity or sensitivity to magic. I like to think that magic builds in very secluded corners of their world and the area including (and surrounding) pelican town is simply one of those places.

-(sorry, i am just obsessed with Places and Magic) I like the idea of your farmer being drawn to pelican town bc they have a bit of magic in them. The letter is just A Letter, but it is the desire to see this town that makes them leave their old life behind. I am obsessed w the idea that the magic in the farmer craves the valley bc it sees the valley as its home, and by extension, the farmer sees the valley as their home. The people of pelican town rarely leave bc the magic in them sees the valley as their home always. The biggest examples of this are Kent, Demetrius, Evelyn, Emily and Shane. The huge exceptions to this (still workin on it) are lewis and sebastian; lewis bc i see him as a normal, non-magical being trying to wrangle the weirdness of this town, and sebastian bc his feelings of isolation and not being understood propels him to crave the world outside of the valley. (That changes a bit if u befriend him/romance him)

-(shane is weird bc hes super depressed and lonely but his happiness comes from his new ‘ragtag family’ (his words) and his very Not Normal chickens. The animals of the valley love him bc he loves them and he becomes tied to the valley bc of it. Marnie has always loved the animals of the valley and some of the love they had for her definitely rubbed off onto shane, who very openly admits he loves the chickens 💙)

-I wasnt very fond of the idea of purple=magic but i think that was bc i often saw it as a way to tie-in the wizard and abigail. I am still trying to get through the friendships for everyone but rn it doesnt feel like theres any connection between them (and caroline). But. I do like the idea of odd, unnatural colors coming through bc of magic. Alex and Pierre having normal brown hair; Haley and Sam being true blondes. BUT. Shane and Jas having purple-ish hair. Emily and Caroline have blue toned hair. Even vincent have pinkish hair 🥺💖 (and dare i say….sebastian with purple/black hair like shane 👀…maybe he has more magic in him than hed like to believe). Abigail doesnt count bc from what ive seen, Caroline laments about her daughters dyed hair. “When she was younger it used to be chestnut brown” which…awww she took after her dad lol.

- LAST THING. This is not an hc i am just mad about this. I cannot believe the game doesnt allow u to befriend Marlon. What the fuck. What the fuck !!! I love him!!! I want to be friends w the chill monster slayer! Im a monster slayer too!!! Let me give him gifts !!! Fuck ! 😭😭😭💥💥💥💥 Also. I know how to write old man yaoi. They shouldve let me do a romance path for willy, clint and marlon. And the wizard i guess but someone already did that. Linus doesnt count bc hes ascended the need for human romance; hes one w nature (read. aroace). And we (linus and willy and the farmer) already co-raise leo so that counts for something i think 🤔

[narancias-headband]

A big announcement...

Hi everyone! Very long time, no see.

I've gone through and cleaned things up around here a good bit, deleting old posts and fixing up my masterlist again. You might have seen some posts as I fix things up around here.

But the short and sweet version of this post is...

I'm coming back to this blog!!

It's going to be a decent bit different than before, but I do want to write and share my thoughts with you all again. :)

An important note! I will no longer taking 'requests', but I'd love some inspiration from everyone! I'm not going to hold myself to write anything that doesn't seem right for me. Feel free to send in requests/ideas for inspiration, and please do not be offended if I never get to them! I promise, I'm not judging! Some brief rules on what to ask for are here in my pinned post (they're mostly the same as before haha).

A very LONG rambling update under the cut for anyone wondering what in the world I've been up to.

So... A lot has changed in the past few years here... It's been like a year since y'all have heard from me... Mainly, my hyperfixation on JoJo's went away for a while. So that's my brain's fault haha. I've done this a few times with a few blogs, so I guess I was expecting to drop it sooner or later. What I didn't expect was how much I miss this blog (believe me, I have no regrets on my old blog deaths).

I've been watching JoJo's with a dear friend of mine lately, and the need to write has been stirring again. And then we hit Part 5... My brain was shifted back into fanfic mode instantly. I saw Formaggio and remembered my dear husband. I went and read through so much of my old stuff and remembered how much fun I used to have writing. I'm already working on a few new things, and a few old things, but I'm in no rush.

Which relates to some of the changes I'm hoping to make here. In all honesty, I did a lot here for the attention of people and the approval of the fandom. And that is not sustainable! No wonder I had writing burnout so much... I'm not planning to take as many requests anymore, and I will be much more focused on creating things that make me happy than anything else. Hopefully others enjoy it anyway :)

So... What have I been up to? My life has been taking lots of unexpected twists and turns. My, not entirely intentional, unemployment has opened up some free time to get back to things I enjoy. And I will never let a job take over my life like that again. Good news is, I'm working on my mental health and I finally feel creative again! I want to write and draw and think and I actually have the energy for it!

I've been very lost in the awful job market lately, and being at home alone all day isn't the most thrilling, but even just the minor things I've been doing behind the scenes on this blog have made me feel great. It's a bit more fulfilling than just playing Fortnite all day 😅

And me? I've grown up a lot lately. Working through mental issues, focusing on myself and my happiness, making changes for the better. Which is the main reason I really want to come back! This blog made me so happy and that's my main goal lately. I'm back into JJBA hardcore, I've become a Fortnite kid, and my love of Pokémon has come back in full force. And I have a new pretty gaming PC to sit and write at and the more I use it the more it's worth the $1500 I spent on it.

Oh, and one last thing... For better or worse, I've pretty much ended up a functional stoner. 😅 Probably expect more headcanons about getting high with diff characters that will be way better than the goofy ones I wrote way back when.

[helperssenior899]

Berkeley Aging in Place: Safe and Comfortable Senior Living

In Berkeley, a growing number of families are seeking flexible senior care options that allow their loved ones to remain in familiar surroundings. Among these options, aging in place has stood out as one of the most practical and emotionally rewarding choices. This approach focuses on helping seniors continue living safely and independently in their own homes—often the place they’ve cherished for decades. Senior Helpers Berkeley is one organization that’s built its reputation on making this possible, offering tailored services to meet the diverse needs of aging adults.

Why Aging in Place Makes a Difference

Remaining in one’s own home can significantly impact a senior’s emotional and physical well-being. Familiarity with the environment can reduce confusion and anxiety, particularly for individuals coping with dementia or other memory-related conditions. Everyday routines—morning coffee on the porch, evening walks around the block—bring a sense of normalcy and peace.

Moreover, aging in place allows seniors to maintain their social circles, stay connected to neighbors, and continue participating in the Berkeley community. This sense of belonging can improve mental health and reduce feelings of isolation, a common issue for many older adults in institutional settings.

Creating a Safe and Supportive Home Environment

The success of aging in place depends on one critical factor: having the right support in place. It’s not just about staying home—it’s about staying safe, healthy, and engaged at home. That’s where in-home care professionals come in.

Caregivers from organizations like Senior Helpers Berkeley are trained to assist with a wide variety of daily activities. From help with dressing and grooming to managing medications and preparing nutritious meals, their role is to ensure seniors can maintain their independence while reducing the risks associated with aging alone.

Home safety modifications may also be part of the process—things like installing grab bars, improving lighting, or removing tripping hazards. These adjustments, combined with daily support, empower seniors to live comfortably without sacrificing their autonomy.

Personalized Services for Individual Needs

What sets a top-tier care provider apart is their ability to personalize services. Senior Helpers Berkeley approaches care with flexibility, understanding that no two seniors are alike. Some clients may need a few hours of support each week; others require full-time or specialized care, such as assistance for chronic conditions like Parkinson’s or Alzheimer’s.

The team works closely with families to create a care plan that aligns with the individual’s lifestyle, health needs, and preferences. Regular check-ins and plan adjustments ensure the level of care evolves as circumstances change.

Tools That Go Beyond Traditional Care

One unique offering from Senior Helpers is their LIFE Profile assessment. This evidence-based tool helps identify potential risks in a senior’s daily routine and home environment. Based on this assessment, a customized care plan is developed to reduce avoidable hospital visits and support long-term health.

The LIFE Profile focuses on five key areas: medical condition management, social engagement, independence, safety, and nutrition. By addressing these core elements, caregivers can deliver comprehensive support—not just assistance with tasks, but guidance that promotes a more fulfilling lifestyle.

The Value of Genuine Human Connection

Beyond practical help, many seniors simply want companionship. A warm conversation, someone to listen, a shared laugh—these moments mean the world. Caregivers at Senior Helpers aren’t just trained professionals; they’re people who care deeply about building real relationships.

Families often express peace of mind knowing someone is regularly visiting their loved one—not just to help, but to connect. That level of personal interaction can make a big difference, especially for seniors who live alone or far from family.

Community-Rooted Care in Berkeley

Being based in Berkeley allows caregivers to offer truly localized support. They understand the rhythm of the neighborhood, the needs of the residents, and the community resources available. Whether it's a favorite park for a short walk or nearby shops that a client loves, this local awareness helps create a more tailored experience.

For more information, visit http://seniorhelpers.com/ca/berkeley or call us on (510) 316-4207

[free-tarot-universe]

hi may I also participate in free reading pls :)

My ques is- what kind of business idea will make me more rich and successful ?

Tiny advice idk why m I giving this but guess it was meant to - learn to be easy on yourself, it can be uncomfortable to sometimes accept yourself as we have diff images of who I will be in future which can lead to neglecting our present self but pause and appreciate who you are right now

Thank you

Thank you so much for sharing what you were given! That really aligned with what I'm currently experiencing and needed!

And, your're welcome :)

The 5 of Cups and Queen of Wands came up as messages from your guides for what kind of business ideas will make you more rich and successful. The thing about the Queen of Wands is she doesn't worry about making money from the idea(s), she has a vision and she's focused on making that vision (the idea(s)) a success.

This is often a card I see for a person who starts their own business and/or is a teacher or mentor in some form. There are so many jobs a Queen of Wands person would be successful at from therapist, priestess, medical professional, helping people acquire resources they use to build and create. Coaches, advisors, various creative fields where the goal is to create things that help people learn and grow.

The 5 of Cups speaks about what kind of work you're naturally good at doing. The business ideas here involve helping others see what they still have left and what they can do to process or turn around losses and challenging times. To help people who have suffered loss regain what they need to thrive despite the losses.

These cards can take the form of many types of work, from a spiritual advisor, therapist, teacher of various kinds, from a person who teaches others to plant the apple seeds they have lying around so to speak. I kept getting an image of an apple and apples seeds and an apple on my seat, so I'm not sure if that's significant. I feel that could mean traveling and planting seeds outside your home.

The Queen of Wands is the Queen of Fire. Fire is a creation element. It is the spark that brings forth light. When in moderation, fire brings warmth, love, light, creations needed to continue to survive in this sometimes harsh world. I feel the ideas centered around these qualities are the ones that will allow you to also survive and make a success out of your life.

The ideas, vision you shared with me, that you were given, was a very profound message in line with a changing life loss that has required me trying to adapt to new circumstances. To cope with, heal and transform myself and life.

You very clearly have abilities and skills in that realm and The Queens of Fire often have the ability to receive healing and transformative ideas and messages that helps others. Those are the types of ideas you need to bring forward regardless if you work at a bereavement center or you work helping people secure specific types of resources or any way you help others transform a bad time of life into healing and improvement.

Various ideas that work with individuals, families and the community all can bring you the success desire. When you use your gifts to help others, those are the ideas that will bring you success. What are you passionate about? What skills and abilities do you naturally have? Start there, then come up with ideas of how you can offer your gifts to heal and transform people's lives. You are meant to transform and heal others, the land, and through that you do well for yourself.

I hope this helps!

[profile-234]

Common Misconceptions About Cabinet Refinishing

If you’re considering updating your kitchen or bathroom, cabinet refinishing is an excellent option to achieve a fresh new look without breaking the bank. However, there are a lot of misconceptions floating around about this process, and it’s time to clear the air. Let’s tackle some of the most common myths about cabinet refinishing and show you why it’s such a smart, practical choice for homeowners. Spoiler alert: if you're in Tualatin, OR, Top Refinish LLC is the team you can trust to get the job done right.

Misconception #1: "Refinishing is the same as replacing."

One of the biggest misconceptions is that refinishing cabinets means ripping out your old ones and installing new ones. Nope, that’s not what refinishing is! Refinishing is the process of taking your existing cabinets, sanding them down, repairing imperfections, and giving them a fresh new coat of paint, stain, or finish.

This approach preserves the structure of your cabinets while giving them a like-new appearance. If your cabinets are still in good condition but just look outdated, refinishing is an ideal option. Why go through the hassle (and cost) of a full replacement when a facelift can do the job beautifully?

Misconception #2: "It’s just painting over cabinets."

Here’s a big one: some people think refinishing is simply slapping a coat of paint on the cabinets and calling it a day. In reality, it’s a detailed, professional process that involves cleaning, sanding, priming, repairing, and finishing. Proper refinishing ensures a durable, smooth, and flawless finish that looks high-end.

When done by a professional like Top Refinish LLC, your cabinets are treated with care, ensuring every detail is perfected. DIY methods or cheap services might skip steps, which leads to peeling, uneven finishes, or streaky paint jobs.

Misconception #3: "Refinishing doesn’t last."

If you’ve heard that refinishing is a temporary solution, think again. With the right prep work, quality materials, and professional application, refinished cabinets can last for years. Modern refinishing products are highly durable and resistant to wear and tear, making them ideal for high-traffic areas like kitchens.

The key here is hiring the right team. Companies like Top Refinish LLC use premium materials and techniques to ensure the results stand the test of time.

Misconception #4: "It’s cheaper because it looks cheap."

Some people assume refinishing is less expensive than replacing because it produces inferior results. That couldn’t be further from the truth! Cabinet refinishing can completely transform the look of your space, giving it a high-end, modern feel without the need for an expensive remodel.

In fact, many homeowners can’t believe how amazing their refinished cabinets look compared to the old ones. With professionals like Top Refinish LLC, your cabinets can look as luxurious as brand-new ones—without the hefty price tag.

Misconception #5: "Refinishing is only for outdated cabinets."

While refinishing is a popular choice for older cabinets, it’s not exclusively for outdated styles. If you’re simply looking to change the color or finish to match a new design trend or personal preference, refinishing is perfect. Whether your cabinets are decades old or just a few years old, refinishing is a flexible solution for almost any aesthetic goal.

Misconception #6: "It’s a messy, disruptive process."

Sure, refinishing involves some sanding and painting, but a professional team will ensure the process is as clean and efficient as possible. Modern tools and techniques allow experts to work with minimal disruption to your home.

At Top Refinish LLC, the team prides itself on keeping the process streamlined. They handle everything with precision, so you can enjoy your space without dealing with unnecessary mess or stress.

Why Choose Top Refinish LLC in Tualatin, OR?

When it comes to cabinet refinishing, expertise and attention to detail make all the difference. Based in Tualatin, OR, Top Refinish LLC specializes in turning worn-out cabinets into stunning focal points for your home.

Here’s why they’re the best choice:

Professional Craftsmanship: Their team knows how to bring out the best in your cabinets, ensuring a finish that looks polished and lasts for years.

Eco-Friendly Approach: Refinishing is an environmentally friendly alternative to replacing cabinets, and Top Refinish LLC uses products that are safe for your home and the planet.

Customized Results: Whether you want a sleek modern look or a warm traditional feel, they work with you to achieve the exact style you want.

Affordable Pricing: Refinishing saves you money compared to replacing cabinets, and with Top Refinish LLC, you get top-quality results without overpaying.

Final Thoughts

Cabinet refinishing is a smart, stylish, and sustainable way to upgrade your kitchen or bathroom. Don’t let the myths hold you back from achieving the look you’ve always wanted. If you’re in Tualatin, OR, and ready to transform your space, look no further than Top Refinish LLC.

They’ll take your cabinets from drab to fab—proving that sometimes, the best things come from giving the old a fresh new life!

[yermes]

When I was young dumb and stupid I use to violently disassociate and disrespect new aged practices. But I realize that theres many things “New Aged” that I do without realizing it and honestly growing as a chaos magician it taught me to understand and respect it more seeing as we are living in a diff paradigm than say John Dee or Crowley.

Heres some examples I shall put a stereotype next to it.

Modern nature practitioner esk things

- using reusable shopping bags (its bc Idk how to use the shitty plastic ones without them breaking and I just love to overload them)

- taking care of plants bc most people I am around neglect theirs so I am like the plant step mom

- picking up trash (I always do this my parents have made me jump out of a moving car to pick up a plastic water bottle)

- composting

- recycling

Home/hearth/kitchen practices

-Baking and cooking and being aware of what goes into it (mostly bc I am on a shoe string budget and I want it to taste good but its also good for being practical

-Keeping my space clean and using different rooms for different workings based on the significants

New aged divination

- asking questions that specifically relate to magic now in this paradigm and coming up with new systems and spreads

Usually I don’t really put names to what I do or anything bc I move around and do a little bit of everything with anything but reflecting back on my edgy asf mean bitch days I realize that true new aged magic is just using what works within your paradigm to do magic. Shit is always changing and shifting and while new aged can and has earned some negative connotations I think this is a much more healthy way of looking at it.

[hurglewurm]

it's becoming really hard to draw again and I'm scared to go outside alone :))) perfectionist manifestation of the lack of control i feel in my life combined with my usual coping method of avoiding everything forever

[wheredafandomat]

Carnal desires

Loki x female reader

18+| contains smut, a lot of smut and like barely any plot. My smut feels so repetitive 🙄 or is it just meeee?? Anyways I thought let’s change it up a bit with diff scenarios - these will be very random 😂

Scenario: imagine you and Loki being at some kind of party together maybe with friends etc and the drunker you both get the more you’re giving each other the eye, the I wanna tear your clothes off and bang you right here eyes but you know you can’t so you occasionally smile knowing that as soon as you get home it’s game over.

“I think we’re going to head home now.” You announce, refusing the shot being offered to you by Natasha.

“Home? The nights just beginning.” She insists, looking around at your peers for support.

“Me and Loki need to be up early tomorrow” you lie “besides, I’ve already had too much to drink.”

“Yes, me too.” Loki agreed, wondering why you both had to be up tomorrow.

“Yep, so we better be going.” You smile politely at everyone, grabbing Loki’s hand before dragging him out of the club and slamming your lips onto his in a kiss that leaves you both dizzy.

“Why do we have to be up early tomorrow?” He asks breathlessly.

“We don’t.” You answer, kissing him again before breaking the kiss to order an Uber.

The whole journey you and Loki barely pull apart, either kissing each other or subtly touching hoping that the driver is none the wiser. The more your lips moved against one another’s, the slower the kiss was as if you were savoring the flavour of whisky on his tongue. His lips moved to your neck as your head fell back against the headrest behind you, granting him further access as your eyes fell closed before feeling the car come to a stop.

“Loki, baby, we’re home.” You spoke, making him look up at you as the driver cut his eye at you in the rear view mirror.

“Home.” He repeated, pausing his administrations before getting out of the car and almost falling as he sped to your side of the car, opening the door. You stepped out, Loki offering his arm for support as you walked back towards the apartment.

The elevator ride up was passed with giggling and quick pecks before you finally reached home. You struggled putting the key in the door as Loki kissed your neck from behind you. Once you were finally inside, you almost tripped in before Loki caught you, spinning you around to face him before pulling you into a passionate kiss. He pressed you against the wall, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, kicking the door closed in the process.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night.” He spoke between kisses, unbuttoning his shirt, the both of you sobering up a little at the prospect of finally being able to give into your carnal desires. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off of you.” He continued, leaving open mouth kisses across your collar bones. You pushed his shirt off of him before running your hand down his bare chest, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to touch his skin. Your hand ventured lower before you moved it against his growing length still covered by his trousers.

“Oh I think I have an idea.” You grinned as Loki lifted your dress. You helped free his cock knowing that this was going to be a quick, hard fuck. There wasn’t going to be any pleasantries exchanged, this was going to be two people chasing their orgasms like a moth to a flame. Your head fell back against the wall behind you as he lifted one of your legs, securing it against his waist as he used his free hand to venture between your thighs.

“You didn’t wear any panties” he almost cooed “good girl.”

You bit your lip at the praise, hearing the sound of his fingers gliding through your slick folds. You continued palming him before he retracted his fingers, spreading your arousal along his length before pressing it against your entrance. Your lips met as he entered you. He set a fast pace, fucking you against the wall as your moans filled the space. His hand crashed against the wall next to your head as he steadied himself, feeling your walls gripping him. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he continued moving against you. You were both so close, Loki panting in your ear as you dug your nails into his back, moaning his name.

“I’m gonna cum.” He spoke in your ear, licking the shell of it as you spoke incoherently, saying a variation of the same. He thrust a few more times before stilling his movements, shooting his load deep inside of you spurring on your own orgasm. You stayed like that for a few moments, unmoving, basking in your joint high before you felt a mixture of you both leaking out of you as Loki began to pull out. You smiled to yourself knowing that sex like this was always followed by a shower together.

Scenario: imagine inviting Loki over for dinner at your parents house before they suggest you both stay the night considering it’s late now and home is a long drive away.

“Loki we can’t” you insisted, deciding to give him a hand job instead of the full throttle which is what you both truly desired “my parents are right next door.”

“Then we’re just going to have to be very quiet aren’t we.” He winked, turning his head towards you and kissing you.

“We can’t.” You said again, breaking the kiss as you tried to stroke him to completion knowing that feeling his erection against you all night was going to make you give in and ride him to the high heavens so it was better this way.

“Say you don’t want to and we won’t.” He assured, looking into your eyes lovingly as you narrowed your gaze at the annoyingly handsome man. Of course you wanted to. Wordlessly, you stopped the movement of your hand around his cock and kissed him. Loki made his way on top of you, pressing you against the bed as you widened your legs, welcoming him between them. Reaching between you both, Loki pulled your panties to the side as his cock rested against your hipbone.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, looking down at you.

“Gosh, yes.” You stressed before Loki smiled, mostly to himself and entered you slowly. You instantly regretted this, the feeling euphoric as he bottomed out. It was going to be torture to keep silent.

“You feel so good.” He grunted, thrusting into you.

“Shh.” You answered, eyes tightly shut as you tried to focus on not making a sound. He moved slowly, not wanting the headboard to bang against the wall but it made the feeling even more overwhelming. He filled you completely, barely pulling out before filling you again. You felt him everywhere, shrouding you as you bit into his shoulder trying to stifle your moans. He moved his hips differently, grinding into you as your eyes flew open.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You panted.

“Shh.” He warned cheekily, continuing his movements as you clenched your walls around him causing his eyes to roll backwards. Before long he was whispering in your ear, telling you how perfect you were, how good you felt as you quietly moaned, your climax threatening to consume you. One of your hands played with his hair as he increased his pace, his words turning into breathy moans as you both lost control. Needless to say, Loki was never invited to stay over again.

Scenario: now imagine being an Avenger and avenger Loki takes a bullet for you during a mission. Despite being on the same team, you didn’t get along very well so this was shocking to say the least and definitely definitely erotic.

Once you got back from the mission, Loki was carried away to the infirmary whilst you followed along, wanting to ensure he was alright considering he had lost a lot of blood. Despite being shot, he asked you if you were alright after shoving you out of the way of the bullet which left you falling to the floor. You quickly nodded before his leg gave way, sending him to the ground as you called for backup. Since then, you had been comforting him on the journey home despite not being on the best of terms with Loki most of the time.

“Y/n, we’ll take it from here.” Banner stopped you, gesturing to himself and the nurse accompanying him.

“No, I want to go in too, I promised.” You insisted, strangely protective of Loki.

“You can visit him once he’s stable.” He stated, Steve pulling you backwards before you gave up, knowing he was in safe hands. Ignoring whatever pep talk Steve was giving you, you made your way to your room, slamming the door behind you before making your way into the shower.

The water streamed through your hair and down your body as you replayed the mission. If you weren’t so careless with your danger perception, Loki would be fine right now. This was all your fault.

You changed into some comfortable clothes before making your way back to the medwing where Thor was leaving Loki’s room. You felt nauseous, expecting Thor to reprimand you for allowing his brother to be harmed but instead he hugged you.

“I’m so glad you’re alright.” He spoke into the crook of your neck as you hugged him back.

“How’s Loki?” You asked, confused as to why Thor wasn’t angry.

“He’s fine, just asleep, however Banner said that if the bullet had hit you, it probably would have been fatal.” He continued as you paled.

“Fatal.” You uttered, shocked at the prospect of having potentially died today.

“It was vibranium, it would have severed your artery and gone straight through you. You humans are very fragile, too mortal.”

“Oh” you answered, still shocked “yes.”

“But don’t fret” he beamed, breaking the hug “you’re healthy and Loki is fine, he’s already healing.”

“Good.” You smiled.

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat, he’ll be awake later on and you’ve probably not eaten since breakfast.” Thor suggested. You went with him, thinking about how Loki had saved your life.

Once you had eaten, you went back down to the infirmary hoping that Loki was awake now. Through the blinds you could already see that he was. You knocked the door before pushing it open, eyes meeting Loki’s.

“You know you really are stupid.” You spoke.

“Oh no, I know” he dismissed, waving one of his hands “I take a bullet for the girl and she berates me.” He huffed, causing you to smile, him mirroring it.

“How are you?” You asked, making your way to him.

“Well my thigh is killing me and now I’ve got to call the nurse to change the dressing.” He answered.

“Oh don’t bother calling the nurse, I’ll do it.” You offered knowing it was the least you could do.

“You can change a dressing?” He asked incredulously.

“You can change a dressing” you mocked, mimicking him “yes I can change a dressing, I can also stitch together a wound and roundhouse kick you to the floor.” You warned.

“Oo, scary.” He grinned.

“Come on, let me see.” You prompted, sitting at the edge of the bed as he uncovered his thigh. You were intrigued by how much it had healed already and couldn’t help but run your hand around the area. Loki watched you as you stared down at the cut intensely before feeling your hand just a little too high causing him to flinch.

“Stop!”

“Sorry.” You quickly apologised leaving him regretting his outburst.

“I didn’t mean to snap, it’s just—” he began before pausing.

“Yes?”

“I’m-I’m a little—sensitive.” He rushed out.

“oh OH oh, sorry, yes of course.” You answered, ignoring how flushed you felt at the realisation before you exchanged an awkward smile with Loki and began setting out the things you needed from his bedside table.

Loki bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to focus on remaining as flaccid as he could despite how tenderly you were touching him. It felt impossible, like pushing a huge boulder up a mountain although, he was sure he could muster up enough seidir to do even that unlike this. Sweat began beading on his forehead, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he wondered how long this was going to take. He tried to remove his focus from you and your dainty little hands and how they’d look caressing him and focus on something more morbid instead. Asgard burning, No, NO, he scolded himself thinking about how much he’d like that. Right, think of something else, he began internally until you interrupted.

“Um” you uttered, just above a whisper noticing that Loki was now sporting a semi. Hearing you, Loki was aghast as he realised.

“Oh norns, y/n, I’m so sorry.” He apologised.

“No it’s fine, it’s nice—NATURAL, it’s natural” you quickly corrected yourself before dropping the gauze which fell under the bed. Huffing, you made your way onto the floor to pick them back up before lifting your head and realising that you were now kneeling between Loki’s legs, eye level with his erection. You glanced up at him as he looked down at you with an unreadable expression as you began talking, unable to stop yourself. “Well considering this is all my fault” you began, running your hand up his uninjured thigh “maybe I should take care of your little problem.”

“Little?” Loki scoffed before apologising as you rolled your eyes.

Licking your lips, you freed his cock, moving your hand up and down it soothingly as Loki released a breath. Moving closer, you lowered your head before licking the tip of his cock, reveling in the taste of him. You took him in your mouth, flicking the tip with your tongue as Loki began to pant. One of his hands bunched up into she sheet below him as you sucked his cock, picking up his free hand and placing it against the back of your head to guide your movements.

“Oh y/n, who knew you were so naughty” he sniggered, hips thrusting up a little as you deepthroated him “naughty naughty girl.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of his length, looking up at him as you sucked just the tip, a smirk painting his face. You continued until you felt his body tensing, hips stuttering as he came into your mouth, you swallowing.

“Good girl.” He praised, wiping the corner of your mouth as you released him, standing back up. “Well that’s one way of thanking me” he smiled “I should take bullets more often.”

“Don’t breathe a word of this to anybody.” You warned.

“Of course.” He assured before you spun on your heels to leave and relieve the tension growing in your abdomen at the sight of Loki’s erect cock let alone the taste.

“Y/n wait” he called after you, “the wound.” But you were already gone.

Now I want more 😂 hope you enjoyed! The last one was my favourite

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[takecareluv]

home || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie, along with a couple of his closest friends, decided to take a trip to vinnie’s hometown for a much needed break from each of your bustling lives in la.

after packing your bags, bidding farewell to your housemates, and most importantly some last minute cuddles with hera, you were all set to go.

the flight to seattle wasn’t too long. sharing a pair of headphones with vinnie, you managed to watch spiderman: no way home, well at least vinnie did. with your head resting comfortably upon his shoulder, you nodded off for a quite a bit, missing half of the movie.

however in three short hours you were awaken by the pilot’s muffled announcement notifying all passengers to prepare for landing. You officially arrived in what was popularly known as the emerald city.

you were so excited to finally be here again, knowing seattle brought out a certain type of glow in your boyfriend that you wished would last forever.

swiftly picking up all the luggage at baggage claim, the four of you hopped into an uber making your way to vinnie’s childhood home.

without even knocking, vinnie barged into the house yelling, “i’m back motherfuckers,” making his presence immediately known. giggling to yourself, you followed behind as he led you all to the kitchen at the back of the house, where he assumed his family resided.

and he was correct.

as the spacious kitchen and living room came into view, you could see his younger brother and mom lounging on the coach engrossed with some show on the television, while his dad was cooking up something that smelled absolutely delicious.

“vinnie! y/n!” his mom shouted once she noticed your arrival, quickly getting up from her spot on the couch to give you each a hug.

his dad soon followed behind, “you got here just in time, food’s almost ready!” he remarked, bringing his eldest son into a hug.

after greeting his parents, vinnie ran over to tackle his brother who was still laying on the couch. the two began wrestling. “some things never change,” his mom laughed, rolling her eyes, now coming over to you for a big hug.

“oh it is so good to see you, y/n,” she said squeezing you tight, “we’ve missed you both very much. how is everything? vinnie still treating you right?”

you laughed at that. “yes of course. he truly is amazing, i’ve never felt so loved in my life.”

this left a huge smile on maria’s face, so proud of the young man her son had grown to be. she loved y/n like a daughter, hoping in time she would actually become that. maria saw how much happiness y/n brought vinnie and she was thrilled he found someone like her, especially living in a city like la where not everyone’s intentions were pure. his whole family thought they were perfect for each other, and sometimes vinnie even thought they liked her better than him.

from across the room, vinnie was completely captivated by his beloved girlfriend engaged in a conversation with his mom. the pair were catching up on anything and everything that had happened since their last visit. seeing this left him grinning from ear to ear. vinnie always adored how well his girl got along with his family.

his dad noticed him staring in a trance, “alright lover boy, come eat.”

all eyes were suddenly on him as he turned red, embarrassed for being caught. y/n didn’t seem to mind though, she just held her hand out for him to come sit with her.

they gathered at the large kitchen table, passing around plates of fettuccine alfredo and some garlic bread. whilst everyone else began digging into the homemade meal, vinnie just sat back for a second, taking in the simple moment.

he was so content, eating his favorite food surrounded by his favorite people.

“it’s good to be home”, he thought.

a.n. i started writing this with another idea in mind but it slowly turned into this story so i think i’m going to write a part two but it’s not really a continuation of this, it’s a diff story, just takes place during seattle trip if that makes sense. idk maybe i’ll make a seattle series of one shots that don’t have to be read together, what do u guys think ?

[dessarious]

What Makes a Family? Pt23

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“What have you done to Cain?” Damian sounded ready to attack her if she gave the wrong answer, and Marinette felt her own anger rising again at the thought that her twin’s life didn’t include laughter. It only got worse when it hit her that her baby brother thought it was a cause for worry. She’d been so focused on Cass that it hadn’t really sunk in that she had other relatives. Relatives that all seemed to be extremely damaged. She felt a knot growing in her stomach and lost her appetite.

Everyone was talking. She couldn’t concentrate on it to figure out who was arguing and who was trying to calm the others down. She was far too busy trying to figure out how to reconcile the fact that both her biological siblings had been raised in literal hell while she had a near ideal childhood until Hawkmoth showed up. What made her so special? Why was the air so thin?

“It’s not your fault.” Mari opened her eyes to find Cass’ worried face only a few inches in front of her. The words were soft, and she doubted anyone else would have heard them, even if they weren’t all still bickering back and forth. She reached forward to grasp both her wrists. It was comforting to feel her twin’s steady pulse under her fingers. Especially given how erratic her own still was.

“It still hurts to know that I was safe and happy while you were basically being tortured.” Cass just offered an acknowledging hum. It was nice to not have someone telling her why what she felt was wrong or illogical for a change. It always confused her why people thought pointing out the obvious would help when feelings generally don’t have anything to do reason.

“Home?” Mari felt her grip tighten on instinct at the question. Yes, she wanted to go home and process all this without so many strangers around, but she’d be leaving Cass over her own dead body right now. “Together.” Her chest loosened and she could finally breathe properly again.

“Yes, please.” Cass stood and pulled her up as well, which finally seemed to get the attention of the others.

“Sweetheart, are you alright? You look pale.” Her Papa’s concerned voice brought all the focus back to her, and wasn’t that uncomfortable.

“I’m fine Papa, just tired. We were going to go home and rest.” There was a pause before all the boys started yelling again. Well, all except Tim, anyway. From what she could gather, they were under the impression that she was kidnapping Cass. Though she couldn’t really follow their conversation. Chloe finally let out a shrill whistle to get them to stop, and Cass let go of her to sign at them. While she didn’t have a clue what was being said, Cass looked annoyed and Chloe looked mildly impressed, so she assumed Cass was either defending her or telling them they were idiots. Probably both. Bruce seemed content to let them hash things out until Damian signed something.

“Absolutely not.” He tried to argue, still signing, but Bruce cut him off. “Cass was invited. We were not. Not to mention, neither one of your sisters requires a babysitter.” Mari had a feeling Bruce was only talking out loud to include her in the conversation. There was also a bit of a warning in his tone, but she wasn’t sure who it was directed at.

“You can all come by tomorrow to visit if you’d like. You two girls go on ahead. We’ll get the others caught up on the Hawkmoth situation.” Her Maman’s voice was a bit too cheerful and, given the way Cass was eyeing her, she caught it as well. On the plus side, it would give them a chance to talk without anyone else interfering. She could only hope that there wouldn’t be bloodshed in the meantime. Luka started to stand, but only got halfway before Kagami pulled him back down.

“We’ll come by tomorrow as well.” Kagami was staring at Luka when she spoke. It made Mari grateful that they’d been open to the idea of dating each other. She was fairly certain none of them would have been able to be in a successful relationship as a pair. They were just too similar and too different at the same time. Having three people seemed to even things out for some reason. Someone was always calm enough to be the voice of reason.

When she and Cass walked out of the room, she felt bad about leaving everyone in the charged atmosphere. Her parents’ normal hospitality had a sharp edge to it. Damian seemed to be trying to intimidate everyone in the room with his glares, while the rest of the boys didn’t seem to know what to make of everything. Chloe and Kagami were ready to go to war if it came to it, and poor Bruce was trying to hold everything together. Luka, Selina, and Alfred were the only ones who weren’t tense. At the same time, she felt herself relaxing as soon as it was just the two of them walking out of the hotel and towards the bakery.

They walked close together, too close for most people if they didn’t want to trip over each other. But neither backed off. Mari made sure their shoulders or arms were in constant contact and she could feel how much Cass appreciated it. It grounded them both, though Marinette felt certain she needed it more at the moment. The thought of Cass being out of her sight, or even being too far away to reach out and touch, was enough to start up her anxiety. Logically, she knew they didn’t need to be so close to each other, and that Cass could take care of herself. Unfortunately, there was also a voice inside her telling her it would be disastrous for them to separate. What made her even more paranoid was that she wasn’t certain if it was her insecurity or her Guardian instincts.

It was a relief when they finally stepped into the apartment. She’d shielded the entire building with protective magic that would keep them safe or at least alert them to threats so they couldn’t be ambushed. It also allowed her to figure out why she was so tense in the first place.

“Come on up to my room so I can give you Plagg’s Miraculous.” While she knew that Plagg was still with Cass, having their Miraculous offered extra levels of protection, not to mention a lot more options. It would also be another way to connect them and help settle the irrational voice in her that kept panicking about the possibility of being separated again. Maybe she should give her Kaalki too, just in case. Before she could get too deep into her worry, Cass took her hand and squeezed. That was all it took for her to relax. “Sorry.”

Cass just gave her hand another squeeze with a commiserating smile. It was both depressing and comforting to know that she wasn’t alone in her concern. Rather than dwelling on it, she pulled Cass up to her room. Her entire focus was on getting the ring from where it was hidden. Well, at least until Cass let go of her hand. She turned to find her twin smiling sadly at the pictures she had on a bulletin board. Pictures that showed her enjoying her life. The stab of guilt that came back made her nauseous. When she finally managed to take down all her protections to grab the ring, she walked over to hug the other girl from behind.

“The boys will come spy on us.” Mari let out a snort of amusement.

“They’re going to be extremely bored then. Wayzz? Trixx?” The two Kwami flew out and Cass watched them with interest. “Can we get a shield that blocks sight and sound in the room and an illusion that shows the two of us asleep?” Trixx let out a laugh before bowing.

“As you wish, Guardian.” Once of these days she was going to get Wayzz to relax. Ever since she’d become Guardian, they seemed to think the formality was required. She had no idea why. Instead of dwelling on it, she slipped Plagg’s ring on Cass’ finger. They both relaxed as soon as it was in place.

“If you want it to be something other than a ring, let me know and I’ll teach you how to change it into what you want.” Cass was just studying the Miraculous, and Plagg came out to cuddle under her chin. The longer she looked at it, the more Marinette saw it shift. Eventually, what was once a plain silver ring now seemed to have etchings all over it. What’s more, the designs seemed to shift. There were daggers and thorns replaced by ladybugs, cats, and yin-yang symbols. Then that was changed to an inscription in the Guardian language that she couldn’t get a good look at before it to shifted.

“Only you two can see the ring for what it is. Everyone else will see it how it was.” Tikki’s comment broke the trance they seemed to be under and when Mari looked over, all the Kwami were staring at them with varying levels of shock.

“Why can we see it?” All the Kwami shared looks before Wayzz answered.

“Because your souls are products of the Miraculous you wield.”

“What does that mean?” None of them seemed to want to answer and she started to get worried. “Is it dangerous?”

“No kit.” Plagg flew up so they could look at both of them. “It’s the difference between Chosen and True Chosen of the Miraculous.” When she just blinked at them in confusion, Plagg shot Tikki a glare. “You never told her?”

“It wasn’t necessary.” Plagg let out a growl before returning their attention to her and Cass.

“Chosen are people who resonate well with specific Miraculous. You are technically a Chosen for all Miraculous, but you’re the True Chosen of the Ladybug, as Cass is of the Black Cat, because your souls were brought into existence by the creation of said Miraculous.” Well, that was new. Plagg’s look turned mischievous. “So you’re basically our children.” She couldn’t help the amused huff that left her, and Cass giggled in front of her.

“Just what we need, more over protective beings to try to boss us around.” Plagg snickered.

“Maybe Tikki, but I’m sure they already have been. I’m far too lazy for that nonsense.”

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[dreamingofaizawa]

Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

You must be 18 years old or older to participate in this reading. If you are not, please remove yourself from the line and find another piece. Thank you.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

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“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

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***3 months later***

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A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.